Heavily, we breathe our lust, the flame is burning higherYou tease with chocolate buttons ‘til I can stand no moreFlowers, candles, knives and spoons all clatter to the floor

We rollick on the table, ripping off our clothesThe blonde who sits across the way says, “I’ll have one of those!”A matron tuts, her partner tries in vain to hide a laughAround our tangled limbs the waiter deftly weaves a path

We revel in the richness of our chocolate-induced passionRampant in obsession (we know it’s not the fashion)‘Til finally, our fervour spent, we lay there, heavy-breathingA fork pricks at my buttocks and I think we should be leaving